Thursday, 28 February 2013

Interviewer: Good Morning Mr. Rellik! How are you today?Thank you for granting this exclusive interview with you. Do you mind us telling why you were hitching a ride on that fateful day?

Ian Rellik: My car had broken down. I was heading to Ipswich. There were no cars on the road so I decided to hitchhike as far as I could.

Interviewer: What happened when you boarded the car?

Ian Rellik: I tried to be friendly but the boy named Jacob seemed to be suspicious of me. It was perhaps of my looks. He saw that I had mud on my hand. He might have mistook it for blood due to the darkness.

Interviewer: What was your impression of the family who gave you a ride?

Ian Rellik: I found them quite friendly. However, I think they did not like to have hitchhiker in their car in pitch black darkness where they could barely see my face.

Interviewer: What was your impression of the boy who was sitting at the back of the car? What makes you say so?

Ian Rellik: I found him acting weirdly. It was perhaps due to my clothes and actions. He was really frightened of me. Everytime I say something to him, he stares at me as if I gave him a dead threat. I think he misheard me.

Interviewer: How did the boy attack you and what happened after that?

Ian Rellik: He first yelled out. Then, he used his feet and attacked me. I was thrown out of the car. The catch must have been spoilt. I was in the air, then "BAAM!" Something hit me and everything turned black.

Interviewer: Did you see your own body after the death? How do you feel about your unfortunate death?

Ian Rellik: Yes, I did. Various body parts were strewn in different places. I feel very saddened. To die in such a young age, a pity I would say.

1. Well, to be honest, I lied to the family about my car being broken down. You see, I'm actually a robber. What I do is hitch a ride and as soon as the car stops midway the journey, I kill the people and take away their money and whatever valuables.

2. I had a bit of problems in my plan as there was a kid sitting beside me. I think Jacob was his name. I was planning to kill him silently but I guess my plan failed.

3. They seemed like any ordinary family but I could see the mother did not like me at all.

4. He was pretty smart to have killed me. He was pretty sharp and alarm at all times. Who knew he was so brave? For a young boy like that, who knew he was brave enough to confront me like that?

5.He managed to push me out of the door with his legs. I was pretty shocked at his enormous strength and got thrown out within a few seconds. I got hit by a tractor trailer and got squashed.

6. I saw my body after the death. I was beyond disgusting. Well I felt that it was unfair to have such a horrible death and knowing that a young boy caused it hurts my pride.

Wednesday, 27 February 2013

1. My car had broken down in Lowestoft and I had already spent all my money. I could not take the train to Ipswich and therefore I hitched a ride from Lowestoft to Southwold. It was already raining heavily and the previous driver could only hitch me a ride to Southwold at most. I was drenched and was glad when I saw a car driving on the A12. The driver stopped to let me hitch a ride.

2. I talked to the family of three and had a little chat. I wished the boy a happy birthday. However, the boy, Jacob kept on looking at me and he also seemed really scared of me. Well it could have been because I had hitched a ride 10 miles away from the asylum, he must have thought I was a madman! I felt that he was uncomfortable sitting with me so I gave him nods and smiles whenever he looked at me. I was just trying to tell him that I'm friendly.

3. Well, my impression of the father was that he was a friendly guy, he started conversations with me. His wife, however, seemed a little unfriendly. She looked uneasy during the ride and rarely talked to me. The boy, Jacob, oh he kept staring at me. Am I really that scary? I don't know.

4. To be honest, I think that Jacob is a little crazy. Well he watches over everything I do. I have no idea what he is thinking. He just keeps looking at me like I was a criminal. Boy was I scared.

5. I saw the boy curl up in the corner of the car, with his shoulder pressed against the side of the car to give him leverage. And suddenly, his legs shot out. One of his legs hit my shoulder and the other hit just above my waist. I had my hands in my jacket at that time and could not defend myself. That's it, I just flew out of the car and died.

6. Oh yes I did. It was spread over the A12. It was scary, my life just ended like that. I felt that it was really unfair, I did not mean any harm. I just wanted a ride.

I was out in the forest somewhere further down to the border, but my car broke down near Lowesoft that day and I didn’t have any money with me, so I couldn’t take the train to Ipswich. I managed to hitch a ride up till Southworld, where the driver of the car I last hitched a ride from told me this was the furthest he would go, since he was going to Norwich. It was ten miles away from the mental asylum, and it was cold and stormy. I saw headlights after about half an hour, that was when the car appeared… it was a good thing that the driver let me hitch a ride but…

Once I got into the car, I eased myself in the backseat. There was a boy, what was his name again? Jacob, oh yes. He was observing me. I didn’t know why, or what, or where, but his eyes were kept fixed on me. I felt a little uncomfortable, but when you’ve been treating this nicely, there’s really nothing much you could do to regret it. Who would allow any stranger to hitch a ride, 10 miles, oh that near to the mental asylum, anyway? Wouldn’t they have suspicions that I was a madman?

Anyway I asked if the family had been out for the day since it was so silent in the car. The father, the one behind the wheel, replied that they were. Then he asked if I knew of Southworld. Apparently they had suspicions of me breaking out from the mental asylum ten miles away? I didn’t live here, nor had I venture this far; this was my first time going into the forest, so I said ‘No.’

He asked where I came from, and I explained that my car broke down near Lowesoft. After that it was the usual get-to-know a stranger kind of chat, the ones about your name, the job, how your day was.

Oh, the family? The dad was pretty nice, he was the only one who tried strike up a conversation most of the time. The mother, however, seemed like she didn’t like me here.

The boy, he probably had suspicions about me. Kept staring at me. Don’t know what he was thinking but he probably suspected that I was a madman?

The boy curled up in a corner with his shoulders pressed into the side of the car to give him leverage. Then, his legs shot out, pushing me against the car door. With my hands in my pocket, I couldn’t defend myself. So I was thrown out of the car, on the road.

Yes, I did. It was spread out over the whole road of A12. I guess in life, there’s always an end, whether it was supposed to go earlier, or later, it still ends no matter what.